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This date last year sticks out vividly in my mind. My dear friend from Chicago was visiting the South. She had invited Alex and I to have drinks and dinner with some of her friends. Canon had been throwing up that week so I had to decline. That night I carried my sick child up the stairs to her room. Just as I was about to put her down in her bed, she hugged me...and then threw up in my face. There were chunks of her vomit in my hair, down my shirt, and even in my mouth.

I felt like I was in some sort of parallel universe this morning when Canon woke me up. She spent the morning throwing up. Her little tummy convulsing on its own.

Last year, she threw up for three weeks. A pediatrician checked her out twice to make sure she wasn't dehydrated. Apparently she was getting down enough ice chips. Below is a picture of her just as she was recovering. She was pitiful. I am crossing my fingers that today was a one time deal.